Crusty McPottydoodle
Power Conserver
We had to put down my cat last night.
He had a good life. I encountered him on one of our many outings to the SPCA. We used to go regularly in the summer as an activity to keep the kids occupied.
I had no intention of bringing home another cat (we already had 1 cat and 2 dogs). There was a wall full of cages with kittens that I had no problem leaving behind, but there was this big black adult cat that got my attention and there was a connection. I just knew I couldn't leave him there even though I knew showing up at home with an undiscussed pet would have the sparks flying. I was right, but it was worth it.
He was 4 1/2 years old and he was declawed in the front, so I was told he had to be an indoor cat. He had very different ideas about what kind of cat he was. Barely a week after we got him, he escaped outside and went missing. I was gutted. We put up signs in our neighbourhood. Fortunately, he had a very distinctive marking and about 2 weeks after he went missing, we got a phone call. Someone had found our wayward cat.
We managed to keep him in for a few weeks, but he was a determined fellow and with the summer heat, doors were kept open and he ended up being an indoor/outdoor cat.
He took on the nickname "stretch dribbly" because he was very long and would stretch up and jiggle the door knob when he wanted in or out and he drooled like crazy when he was happy.
This cat took over - the dogs anyway. Our original cat still ruled the roost, but Mr. Q would smack the dogs whenever the mood struck him. He outlived the original dogs along with our rescued German Shepherd. Mr Q is survived by our original cat and the latest in his long line of submissive dogs.
He was such a great cat and his passing has left a huge hole in our house.
He had a good life. I encountered him on one of our many outings to the SPCA. We used to go regularly in the summer as an activity to keep the kids occupied.
I had no intention of bringing home another cat (we already had 1 cat and 2 dogs). There was a wall full of cages with kittens that I had no problem leaving behind, but there was this big black adult cat that got my attention and there was a connection. I just knew I couldn't leave him there even though I knew showing up at home with an undiscussed pet would have the sparks flying. I was right, but it was worth it.
He was 4 1/2 years old and he was declawed in the front, so I was told he had to be an indoor cat. He had very different ideas about what kind of cat he was. Barely a week after we got him, he escaped outside and went missing. I was gutted. We put up signs in our neighbourhood. Fortunately, he had a very distinctive marking and about 2 weeks after he went missing, we got a phone call. Someone had found our wayward cat.
We managed to keep him in for a few weeks, but he was a determined fellow and with the summer heat, doors were kept open and he ended up being an indoor/outdoor cat.
He took on the nickname "stretch dribbly" because he was very long and would stretch up and jiggle the door knob when he wanted in or out and he drooled like crazy when he was happy.
This cat took over - the dogs anyway. Our original cat still ruled the roost, but Mr. Q would smack the dogs whenever the mood struck him. He outlived the original dogs along with our rescued German Shepherd. Mr Q is survived by our original cat and the latest in his long line of submissive dogs.
He was such a great cat and his passing has left a huge hole in our house.
He sounds like a really cool cat. 
